Butterflies and Dreams

                                                          In the tender arms of spring,

Butterflies dance, light as a feather,

Their vibrant wings, a symphony of colors,

A mesmerizing sight, a pure delight.

They flutter through the air, carefree,

In pursuit of their own destiny,

A journey of transformation,

From cocoon to butterfly, a beautiful mutation.

Dreams are like butterflies,

Fragile and ethereal,

Dancing in the mind's garden,

A place where anything can be real.

With every flap of their wings,

Hope takes flight, soaring high,

A testament to the power of imagination,

A reminder that dreams can never die.

In the canvas of the cosmos,

Butterflies and dreams intertwine,

A tapestry of endless possibilities,

A celebration of life's boundless design.